Instead of beer, from now on you'll all be drinking this. It's a brain and nerve tonic, rich in proteins and electromagnetic juices. It promotes robust health. Of course, it has been known to cause gigantism, but only in rare cases. Try some!

Ken Griffey Jr.:

Wow, it's like there's a party in my mouth, and everyone's invited.

Homer Simpson:

I'm feeling kind of low, Apu. Got any of that beer that has candy floating in it? You know, Skittlebrau.

Apu:

Such a product does not exist, sir. I think you must have dreamed it.

Homer Simpson:

Oh ... well, then just give me a six-pack and a couple of bags of Skittles.

Umpire:

OK, let's go over the ground rules. You can't leave first until you chug a beer. And then scoring, you have to chug a beer. You have to chug a beer after all odd-numbered innings. Oh, and the 4th inning is the beer inning.

Chief Wiggum:

Hey, we know how to play softball!

Edna Krabappel:

Oh, Superindendent Chalmers! Can I offer you a cup of coffee-flavored beverine?

Superintendent Chalmers:

Yes, I take it grey, with creamium.

Bart:

That's it. I'm blowing off the dance. This is the biggest thing that's happened to me since chocolate milk!

Milhouse:

They've got chocolate milk now?

Homer Simpson:

I just poured myself a glass of milk. The old one sat out for a while. Are you coming to bed?

Marge:

It's 7:30.

Homer Simpson:

I could stand here and argue with you. But then I'd have to get a new glass of milk.

Homer Simpson:

Let us celebrate our new arrangement with the adding of chocolate to milk.

Frank Grimes:

God, he eats like a pig.

Lenny:

I dunno. Pigs tend to chew. I'd say he eats more like a duck.

Frank Grimes:

Well, some kind of farm animal anyway. And earlier today, I saw him asleep inside a radiation suit. Can you imagine that he, he was hanging from a coat hook.

Lenny:

He had three beers at lunch. That would make anybody sleepy.

[Lenny enters Moe's and slams down his Isotopes cap.]

Lenny:

Lousy isotopes. They're a disgrace to baseball.

Carl:

They lost again?

Lenny:

Um-hum. The team's been terrible since they got bought by the cheap, heartless Duff Corpororation. Hey Moe, gimme a Duff.

[Moe pours Lenny a Duff and Lenny drinks it.]

Lenny:

Oh yeah, sweet Duff.

Carl:

Wait a minute ... Duff owns the Springfield Isotopes? Since when?

Moe:

They bought 'em a year ago from the mafia. It was the last of the family-owned teams.

H. K. Duff VIII:

All this barging into rooms marked "Private" must've made you thirsty. Would you like a beer?

Homer Simpson:

Well, OK. But you can't silence Homer Simpson. I'm the friend of the down-trodden. And I'm not gonna forget what I saw here today.

H. K. Duff VIII:

Of course not.

[Hits the intercom button.]

H. K. Duff VIII:

Duff Man, could you bring in two bottles of smooth, untainted Duff?

Duff Man:

Ooooo yeah!

H. K. Duff VIII:

Now Homer, we've developed this additive that makes beer super, super malty. Care to try?

Homer Simpson:

Wait a minute. Will this erase my memory?

H. K. Duff VIII:

No, not at all.

[H. K. pours additive into beer can.]

[Duff Man walks up to Homer and injects something into his arm with a syringe, and Homer faints.]

[H. K. drinks the beer.]

H. K. Duff VIII:

Man, that is malty.

Homer Simpson:

Now what do you have to wash that awful taste out of my mouth?

Vendor at the World Trade Center:

Mountain Dew or crab juice.

Homer Simpson:

Blecch! Ew! Sheesh! I'll take a crab juice.

Seymour Skinner:

Care for a milk?

Martin:

No thank you.

Seymour Skinner:

Martin, in light of this fiasco, you're going to have to resign as president.

Martin:

I'll have that milk now.

[Martin weeps.]

Seymour Skinner:

Easy there, that's whole milk.

Martin's dad:

I'm a private citizen now. I can drink what I like. You won't have Martin Prince to kick around anymore.

John:

Oh, the color schema and the rabbit ears! And the 2.3 children, I mean where's the Hi-C?

[Lisa walks out of the kitchen with a snack tray.]

Lisa:

Hi-C and fluffernutters!

Selma Bouvier:

Oooh, this looks like fun. A bench! Kids, get wadda ya say you go get your aunt Selma a beer smoothie?